Okay here's another update for this week. This took me ages to write, its actually a little over 3,000 words so I really hope you all enjoy it.

I'm really excited for you all to read it so please let me know what you think. As per usual, I'll leave a question at the end of the chapter xx

Harry had never woken up so quickly in his life that morning. As soon as his eyes opened, he sprung out of bed and leapt for the shower to begin getting ready for his day. He needed it to be perfect, he needed to look perfect. Harry understood that Louis loved Tyler but it wouldn't hurt to look really good to get compliments from Louis.

The smaller boy always looked fucking amazing and it always took all of Harry's willpower to not pounce on Louis and take him there so it was only fair that Harry tried to do the same to Louis. Obviously, that was the only reason, to level the playing fields.

Harry got dressed before making his way down the stairs where Gemma and his mother were all seated at the dining table, both women exchanged strange looks at the sight of Harry.

"Hello, person who looks like my baby brother but can't be because they are actually wide awake at this time in the morning," Gemma mused as she stirred her coffee that was in the mug that Harry had bought her two Christmases prior, with the word Bossy printed on the front of it.

"I've got a date with Lou today," Harry replied quickly retracting his hands from Gemma's swatting hands when he stole a piece of bacon from Gemma's plate.

"Aw, that's adorable, darling! You should ask if he would like to come over for dinner tonight," Anne proposed thoughtfully. She had been bugging Harry to ask Louis again ever since he came over that time when Louis met Gemma for the first time.

"I'll ask him on the date," Harry said before pressing a kiss on his mother's cheek, "I'll see you later."

Choruses of 'have fun' and 'use protection' was followed as Harry made his way out the door towards his car. Harry tapped his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently until he was finally pulling up into Louis' driveway where Harry could see that the smaller boy was waiting outside for him.

"Hi, lovely," Louis chirped as he climbed into the car. Harry gave him a big grin before he was engulfed in a massive hug from where Louis sat. The day hadn't even started but Harry was already loving how it was going.

"We're meeting Liam and Niall at the fields," Harry informed as he watched Louis buckle his seatbelt up as Harry begins to drive out of Louis' street.

"Thank you again for inviting me," Louis stated. Harry let his eyes off the road for a split second to glance over at Louis who was already looking at him with a soft smile on his lips.

"Thanks for coming," Harry replied, "I was worried that you wouldn't want to since we aren't really together."

"I love spending time with you," Louis confessed before laughing, "Plus, Niall and his stalking ways are kind of growing on me."

"Mum wanted to know if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight," Harry declared after rolling his eyes at what the smaller boy had said earlier. Louis' face visibly lightened up and he nodded his head.

"Absolutely, sounds like a plan," Louis was more than happy for the suggestion. He loved Anne, he loved Harry's family and he loved spending any time with Harry in general.

Harry smiled gleefully, humming the music playing on the radio as they drove towards the local paintball establishment. Harry felt giddy with Louis by his side that he couldn't even help but reach a hand over to take Louis' hand in his, something that felt so. domesticated and something that he knew a couple would do. Harry fucked loved it.

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"Louis, are you even listening?" Harry wondered curiously. They had arrived at the fields and were all currently seated on an outside couch to hear the Instructor explain how the game went and how to properly use the paintball guns.

Ever since they had sat down on the couch, Louis had turned into a koala. He was cuddled into Harry's side, nuzzling his face into Harry's neck. It was making Harry's heart flutter. The taller boy heard the shutter sound of a photo being taken and rolled his eyes, instantly knowing what was happening.

"Don't take photos of them," Liam scolded quietly to his boyfriend. Niall's eyes widened and nodded quickly as he tapped on his phone and lifted it back up to capture Louis and Harry in the frame.

"You're right," Niall agreed, "Video is so much better."

Ignoring his best friend, Harry moved one of his hands to gently run through Louis' hair, "You look so cute right now."

"I'm really sleepy and just want to cuddle you," Louis admitted sheepishly as he slightly pulled away to look at Harry, "You're so comfy and warm."

"Are you ready to play, Mickey?" Harry asked causing Louis to send him a wide grin before Harry stood to his feet and held out a hand for Louis to take to help the smaller boy stand up. Harry began to help Louis into his paintballing vest, making sure that it's all done up properly. Harry had heard that it was possible to get nasty bruises and he wanted to make sure that Louis would be okay.

Once they were all ready to go, the pairs moved to their side of the fields. Harry and Louis on one side while Niall and Liam on the other. The real couple against the ones pretending to be a couple. Louis and Niall were seemingly taking the game very seriously and both had black paint smeared on their cheeks like war paint.

"I've got this, Hazz, don't you worry. You got me on the team. I've got this," Louis reassured the curly haired boy from where he stood with his paintball gun clutched in his hands. Louis looked so tiny and to be honest, so fuckable in the tight pants that Louis had changed into for the game.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about," Harry shot back smirking when Louis poked out his tongue at him. This was the Louis he was falling for. Childish, carefree, extremely stubborn and straight up loveable, "Poke that out again and I'll bite it."

Louis grinned mischievously before holding out his tongue once again. Without thinking, Harry leant forward, almost to bite the tongue that Louis had been poking out at him but immediately stopped. Louis' eyes were wide open and so were Harry's. He couldn't believe what he was about to do.

"And the match begins in... 3.... 2... 1!"

A horn sounded out through the fields. Louis, choosing to brush off the awkward moment that had just happened between them grabbed onto Harry's hand to tug him through the trees for coverage from Niall and Liam who were surely more than ready to shoot at the pair with their paintball guns.

Crouching down, Louis faced Harry and gean to make some hand gestures. Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the smaller boy, extremely confused on what the hell he was doing. Louis continued to d the gestures, ignoring how Harry was shaking his head.

"What?"

"Fucking hell- follow me," Louis instructed before doing a ninja towards a wooden makeshift wall to use as cover against any attacks from the enemy. Louis gestured for Harry to do the same which he did, however, not as successful as Harry's lanky legs got caught up causing him to end up laying sprawled out on the grass.

Louis quickly covered his mouth to hide the bubbling laughter that was coursing through him. It was moments like this that he loved with Harry. It was so easy to spend time with Harry, it never felt forced or too serious. He felt like himself, free.

He immediately stopped laughing when he heard rustling in the trees, his head snapped in the direction of the noise and lifted his paintball gun, ready to shoot.

"Bambi, the hunters are here," Louis informed, speaking in a voice that sounded strangely like David Attenborough.

"Don't make those references, that movie still traumatises me," Harry shook his head with a shudder. Bambi's mother deserved better.

"Aha! And he spots the wild, majestic, Niall Horan and Liam Payne," Louis continued to impersonate as he began to look through the telescope of the gun, "They seem oblivious to the true danger they are about to face."

Harry could now see Niall and Liam. The blonde haired boy seemed quite anxious, probably because he knew that he would be the one Louis and Harry both target. Niall was clutching onto Liam's shoulder, they were so close that if Liam was shot that-

Splat.

"And the winning team is..... Louis and Harry! Suck shit, Niall," Louis cheered as he watched Niall and Liam turn to face where they had been standing, both now covered in red paint. Harry was pulled into a tight embrace by Louis.

"We won, Lou," Harry laughed, pulling away slightly from the hug. He almost choked once again when he noticed how close Louis' face was to his if he moved just a few more centimetres their lips would be touching. Harry could now feel that Louis' arms were still wrapped around Harry's neck and was playing with the hair at the back of his neck while Harry's arms were still securely circled around Louis' waist. They were so close, they were both leaning in until...

"Congratulations on the win, guys," Liam said, not at all fazed by the paint on him or the fact that he had just interrupted a moment between Louis and Harry. The pair both pulled away from each other in embarrassment. Hissing in pain, Liam turned to his boyfriend, rubbing at the back of his head where he had just been hit, "What was that for?"

"For ruining what was about to happen," Niall narrowed his eyes, "This is why we can't have nice things, Liam. This is why."

"Alright, let's have a few more rounds before we get going," Harry suggested smiling when Louis begin to load his paintball gun, aiming playfully at Niall and Liam. Harry really could get used to this.

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"He was such an awkward thing! Hardly had any friends when he was younger," Gemma laughed after a big sip of her red wine. They were almost finished dinner and for the past few hours, Gemma had seized the opportunity to embarrass her younger brother as much as possible.

Paintballing had been majorly successful. They had all had lots of fun, Louis and Harry had won most of the games, to no surprise. They both worked really well together.

"Please stop teasing me," Harry groaned in annoyance. His sister was so annoying and she always had to go out of her way to make his life hell. Louis seemed to be enjoying it, however, laugh lines were covering his face as he continuously giggled to every embarrassing story that Gemma shared at the dinner table.

"Crap, I didn't even notice the time," Louis' eyes widened when he spotted the clock situated on the wall in the dining room. It was already 10:30 pm. He couldn't get over how quickly time had passed. Time really does fly when you're having fun.

"Why don't you just stay the night here? It's more than fine with me," Anne gave him a soft smile. Louis gave a side glance to Harry before nodded.

"That would be great, thank you," Louis replied. Anne then stood from the table and began to grab some of the empty plates before she nudged Gemma playfully.

"Help me clean up, Drunkie while these two lovebirds get ready for bed," Anne directed. Gemma quickly downed another mouthful of her wine, sending a wink towards Louis and Harry before standing to help her mother with the dishes.

Harry grabbed onto Louis' hand as the pair both got up from their chairs. He tugged the smaller boy up the stairs to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Harry dropped Louis' hand and ventured towards his clothing dresser and rummaging through his drawers.

"I don't have any clothes that would fit you perfectly, they'll be pretty big on you," Harry announced. It was no secret that Harry was much bigger than Louis. Harry found it incredibly cute and extremely fucking sexy at the same time.

Harry held out clothes for Louis gesturing to the small ensuite bathroom in Harry's bedroom. Louis gave Harry a soft smile before making his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The taller boy took that as his chance to get changed into his pyjamas as well, changing into a pair of boxers and a comfy t-shirt.

Right after he finished folding his older clothes and dumping them in the washing basket in his room, the door to the bathroom opened and he moved his attention to Louis who was walking out sheepishly, very shy like. Harry took that as his moment to let his eyes rake down Louis' body, the clothes that Harry had given him to change into practically swallowing Louis up completely.

He looked so fucking good in Harry's clothes, the shirt looked like a dress on Louis and it just made him look so cuddly.

Harry cleared his throat, "I'll sleep on the floor."

"Absolutely not. We can share, I don't mind," Louis admitted. Harry gave him a nod, trying to make sure he looked completely calm because on the inside he was screaming. He was about to share a bed with Louis Tomlinson.

Harry didn't say a word, scared that his voice would come out hoarse and wouldn't be able to hide what he was truly feeling. He moved to his side of the bed, pulling down the covers and watching Louis move to the other side and climb underneath the covers.

They both laid down, cuddling into the comfort of the warm bed, Harry reached over to turn off the lamp that lit up the room and they were suddenly engulfed in darkness. Harry was laying facing Louis, just staring at the back of the smaller boy.

"Goodnight, Lou," Harry murmured quietly in an almost whisper. The room was silent, Harry just couldn't get himself to sleep, his thoughts were too crazy. He just couldn't believe that he was in a bed with Louis. He knew Louis wasn't asleep, he could practically hear Louis thinking from where he laid beside him.

"Are you awake, Hazz?" Louis inquired in a low voice. Harry licked his lips, they suddenly feeling really dry. So many things were running through Harry's mind at that moment.

"Yeah, what's up?" Harry watched the smaller boy turn so that he was lying on his side and facing Harry.

"Do you think that things happen for a reason?" Louis whispered. The only light that was shining in the room was the reflection of the moon and Harry could see just how close their faces really were. Harry nodded his head and watched as Louis moved his smaller body closer to Harry's once again. He really couldn't believe that Louis was in his bedroom right now, wearing his clothes.

"Yeah, I really do," Harry confirmed, "I think that every person we meet and the experiences we go through happen so that we can become the people we are supposed to be so that we can have the lives we are supposed to have."

"Do you think we met each other for a reason, Harry?" Louis wondered. Harry couldn't help but be mesmerised by how soft Louis looked in that moment. He could still see how big and blue the smaller boy's eyes were in the dark and it was making Harry's heart leap.

"Of course I do," Harry murmured, watching as Louis' face was only now centre metres apart from his, "We were always supposed to meet one another. It was meant to be, I think."

"Can I try something?" Louis questioned. His voice was still quiet in a whisper. Harry barely whispered the word yes when Louis moved himself to rest on his elbows, leaning onto his side to hover over Harry's body slightly. Harry had to stop himself from choking on air when Louis placed one of his hands on the side of Harry's neck, inching his face closer.

Tingles spread all over Harry's body when he felt Louis' feathery, soft lips on his own. Harry's eyes reopened to stare at Louis when the smaller boy pulled away slightly. Louis was looking directly into Harry's eyes and for a moment, Harry forgot about everything that was around them. At this moment, Louis was the only thing he could see.

This was what Harry had been missing, the feeling of Louis' lips against his. It was the one thing that had been frequently in his mind ever since he first kissed Louis at the party at Tyler's house.

Louis pressed his lips once again to Harry's, suddenly more desperate, taking a hold of Harry's hands that were at his sides awkwardly and placing them onto Louis' thick waist. Both boys were breathing hard against one another's lips, almost breathlessly kissing each other now as Louis moved his body to straddle Harry.

Louis expertly moved his hips causing Harry's lips to fall from Louis' to let out a low moan. The moment, their lips disconnected, Harry was brought back to reality. His eyes widened before reluctantly pushing Louis off his body so that the smaller boy was lying on his back as he had been previously.

"You're going to going to regret this in the morning, you have a boyfriend," Harry reminded with a sigh not bothering to hide how frustrated he was feeling. If Louis wasn't technically taken, he knew that he would have taken it further. He would have no problem fucking Louis right there and then but he had too much respect for Louis to do that in their circumstances.

Louis groaned as he ran a hand down his face stressfully, suddenly very interested in the roof of Harry's bedroom. The taller boy was staring up at the ceiling too.

"I'm sorry," Louis uttered so quietly that Harry barely heard him.

"I'm sorry that I liked it so much," Harry replied. He was so shocked that he was even able to stop himself. Having Louis kiss him the way he was just ten seconds earlier was something he had been dreaming about for a very long time.

It was quiet for a moment, Harry almost thought that Louis was asleep before he heard the smaller boy mumble two words.

"Me too.."

THIS ENDING MOMENT HAS BEEN PLANNED SINCE THE VERY BEGINNING

Question: What character do you think has changed the most since the beginning of the book and how?